I visited G and E and B again yesterday. I spent the whole day there, actually, chilling and helping with things so that they could finish prepping for the big trip. On two different occasions, I managed to get Bee to fall asleep in my arms while soothing him. I was so proud.
I'm feeling more and more tender towards him as time goes on. I mean, duh, you're always going to love a baby who belongs to someone you love. But every time I'm holding him and he looks up at me with big, concerned eyes and I whisper to him and he mellows out and squeaks at me, I feel all the more like I never want to let him go, even during the many other times when he's screaming and crying and pooping and spitting up.